Changeling
5 May 2017
Earth morphing
Other kind remits
Dimmed the wits
Stilled the fits
Glory that bore us outfits
Of soul that befits
Arm in sling
The cast a dire strait
We await
Like weak bait
Hooked on the glitter-filled weight
Uncanny the gait
Changeling
Renewed the instinct
Eye that winked
Man extinct
Crawling the meek escaped brink
Edge where might will sink
Reading of the poem:
Paper Lungs, Broken Bones – As Seas Exhale
Error is Human
20 December 2016
Stick measures
Prodded cattle’s spine
Wine and dine
Meat so fine
Red more than colour brandished
Choice that mouth relished
They feed us
Darkness in a spree
Jerking knee
Fear to flee
Heart knows more than what eye sees
Willful chance to seize
Consume me
My flesh wanton gift
Mend the rift
Spirit lift
Still the hunger in the heart
No souls to depart
Lost pleasures
None in mind to hate
Check me mate
Bid me spate
I will waters overcome
For my Kingdom come
They see us
When we split in three
Hollow sea
Trinity
Casting net to kill disease
An evil to cease
Reveal me
Of thunder in dust
Earthen crust
Steel in rust
See in me anew the man
Error is Human
Reading of the poem:
Rise like a Phoenix – Conchita Wurst
Primitive reorganised
2 September 2016
Futile world
Throbbing to the beat
Of unseen
Hands too keen
To smite rather than unite
Split not gather sheep
Buried deep
Resolutions dead
Woolly head
Wobbly knees
Eye barely grasps what it sees
The mind lost distant
Quick to bite
A dog eat dog world
Wolves galore
Woman whore
The man with the largest jaws
Rabies a constant
Stand at ease
Your meek mind appease
None to please
Weak to tease
I gave up flicking through fleas
On bedraggled skin
Holy din
The prayer excuse
Will to use
Right abuse
Curdled blood my veins perfuse
Madness does bemuse
Skipping through
Primitive reorganised
Leaping frogs
Follow lead
The rest sit wallow in greed
They burn in two suns
Reading of the poem:
Tribal – Instinct Primitif Intidhar Kammarti
Orange Rose – Instinct Primitif
Voyage en Orient – Instinct Primitif
Man and sun conspired
5 January 2016
The sun emerged white
Battling with moonlit traces
Broad skies twined two lights
The moon shied away
Night’s ample reach drowned in cold
Conceding fair skies
Sunny morrows rose
Shining petals shone through clouds
Limitless broad smiles
Awakening birds
Chirped through boundless horizons
Voices crystal clear
Winter clothed vast lands
In mocking fields of springtime
Luminous rain fell
Pleasant flowers laughed
Immense wit to trick seasons
Man and sun conspired
This post is inspired by nature in Dubai in winter and by the prompts in Ronovan writes weekly Haiku poetry prompt challenge using the words vast, clear and their synonyms. Ping back and rules here
I got the Sun in the Morning – Doris Day
Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind
16 November 2015
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Swollen Polygon
My Heart shaped Geometry
On which side to draw
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Numbers dance hidden
Chance law of art’s memory
Fear outcome curse fades
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Loved ones’ blood flesh tears
Angry steel violence clinch
Evening rain, fragile fall
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Women dancing star
Wash sadness from soldiers’ eyes
Stone faces missing
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Invisible ones
Scream loud, torture unsaid sing
Own freedom bitter
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Dead dance supports graves
Mother dancing wages joy
Foreign laugh anguish
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Humble Pi curve Arc
Kingdoms cover in bell shape
Secluded valleys
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Protect victories
King’s vanity broken works
Lost ancient city
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Build Ocean’s Rainbows
Jerusalem’s lost Ark wind
April’s histories
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Moon ruins footstep
Dried ambition dust prison
Desert life over
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Stop man’s Dominions
Love fall’s million stars
Distant planet’s fog
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Shape of my Heart – Sting
Fragile – Sting
They Dance Alone – Sting
Lost without You – Sting
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